Jinx slid his hand across the seat to take hers and smiled. “You can scoot closer to me if you’re afraid.”
Synola dipped her head down, rolled her eyes up, and jerked her hand away. “Whut? You think your Whippoorwill ass can keep me safe? You think you’re like designer shoes, don’t you? Every woman can’t wait to try you on.”
“You know, Cupcake, you’ve got a real problem. I make a sincere offer and you just turn it around.”
Rayann snapped her head back toward them. “Why don’t you two just do it already?”
“I’d rather be stung to death by a bunch of piss ants,” Synola hissed.
“Buttercup,” Jinx teased. “I think you and I got off on the wrong foot. Let’s start over.
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